Trinkets

I have memories from many years ago;
sitting watching a motion picture;
buying candy to eat, during the show;
that candy, a weekly fixture.

However, I didn’t like the candy’s taste;
but, its box had a small toy, within;
it was merely a trinket; what a waste;
for

Kingdom Of Entitlement

The Master warned us of pride and greed;
and all of the dangers they bring;
our souls were planted as God’s seed;
mere man is not fit to be king.

The kingdom below, where none can hide;
became a perfect, instructive environment;
through trial and error, each must decide;

After

We live our lives, seeking what comes next;
each of us, with a definition of success;
much that we do, brought about by pretext;
as we’re drawn by our desire to impress.

We all worry about things, done in the past;
some of them led to disaster.
Everything that

One More Hill

All lives consist of many hills and valleys;
metaphors for where struggles begin;
they’re pictures of life’s difficult back alleys;
for all struggles of life are born within.

All of life’s struggles exist for a reason;
there’s much to learn; much to know;
our time on

Born A Fool

Exactly who is it, that we define as a fool;
does it relate to how much one knows;
or could it be that he’s thought as a tool;
because, what he’s told, is where he goes?

Fools are the two legged sheep in the pasture;
going wherever, or

The Platform

I’ve stepped out, and up on a platform;
standing in front of an imposing crowd;
I feel that I can, no longer conform;
and must share my thoughts outloud;

Perhaps, I’m involved in a fool’s venture;
challenging others to think;
I might get a black eye, or

Did What Create Who ?

There are some who think life self created;
and we shouldn’t regard God as the tool;
totally lacking of logic, they’re satiated;
you might even claim they’re a fool.

Creation is an impossibly complex being;
placing us in a mindless mishap.
Could reality create without seeing;
pulling

And There Was Light

All life poured out from the Master’s fountain;
resonating, from above, to below.
Consciousness is thought’s Holy Mountain;
from which living waters flow.

Thoughts became imaged, to what were to be;
and sound, as well, was heard by the mind;
whatever we thought; was what we could see;

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